Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.